Love
Spiritual Love
From The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse (1912)
Love
What care I tho' beauty fading
Die ere Time can turn his glass ?
What tho' locks the Graces braiding
Perish like the summer grass?
Tho' thy charms should all decay,
Think not my affections may!
For thy charms — tho' bright as morning-
Captured not my idle heart;
Love so grounded ends in scorning,
Lacks the barb to hold the dart.
My devotion more secure
Woos thy spirit high and pure.
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MLA
Roscoe, William Caldwell. “Spiritual Love.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/roscoe_wc/4/.
Chicago
Roscoe, William Caldwell. “Spiritual Love.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/roscoe_wc/4/.
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